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Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is
heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful
foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea

Monday, September 25, 2006

- Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

I want to stay up all night and just..I don't know..talk. I miss talking. I want to stay up late with a bag of chocolate, huddle close together and talk. Is it so hard to just talk?

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken, your best friend always sticking up for you - even when I know you're wrong. Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversations, the best soy latte that you ever had . . . . and me.

I want to put the magic back in my life.